The unbearable moist heat. Engulfing my head. Can’t breathe.
“Are we all feeling brave?” she coos.
A few nervous laughs somewhere. Can’t see. Can feel; pulse throbbing in my temples, rubber against my skin.
“I hope you are,” she purrs.
I struggle, my hands are strapped. Cord burns my wrists.
“Because I sense something…?”
“SPOO-KEE,” the audience cheer.
A light slams on. Can see the vague outlines of dozens of heads. Shadows. An excited scream. I wonder what I’m dressed as.
First rock cracks me on the chin. Blinding pain. I yell. Second knocks me out.